Hi!

Sorry it took so long to update the blog... getting access to WiFi in the middle of nowhere is not easy, especially since I cannot find a wireless hotspot without Internet access and cannot get Internet access until I find a wireless hotspot. It's kinda like trying to find your glasses first thing in the morning, but ironically you need your glasses to see so you can find them.

Anyhoo, here's me, blogging as promised.

This is my third day on the road, and here's a general description of what has happened so far. I skipped an opportunity to visit the Museum of Tobacco in North Carolina – a state that not only has a Museum of Tobacco, but considers itself the “Most Pro-Military State in the Country” while proudly flying its Confederate flag, which as far as I can tell means they actually want to secede from the Union, which makes me wonder whether they are pro- Army, Navy Air Force and Marines, or simply pro- Olympic Bomber-esque militiamen like Eric Robert Rudolph – but I skipped it this time. I hear they canceled a great exhibit on lung and jaw cancer. No, that's a lie. Everybody knows tobacco doesn't cause cancer; people smoking and chewing tobacco causes cancer.

Ahem. Philip Morris, I take PayPal.

I also skipped a trip to the Cotton Museum (!!!), conveniently located just off Strom Thurmond Highway (!!!!!) in lovely South Carolina. However, since I am a bit ahead of schedule, I did pay a visit to the Laurel and Hardy Museum, located in Harlem, GA, the Birthplace of Oliver Hardy. From what I could tell, Oliver Hardy constitutes about 25% of the local economy of Harlem, as they have festivals, recreations, impersonators and all manor of fun activities surrounding the man himself. I didn't see too many black folks in Harlem, which is something I never thought I would say.

Per my cousin Jim's request, I am trying to attach a map of my entire trip, and will do so when technical glitches are resolved. So far, I have been to Skippers, VA, Crawfordville, GA and currently am in Monroe. At the campground in Skippers, the old woman working the front desk asked where I was going. I said CA. She asked if I was alone. I said yes. She said, “Oh, bless your heart,” which I am told translates into “You poor stupid bastard” up North.

Here in Crawfordville, there is nobody working, and evidently you camp on an honor system and pay on exit. That of course

I'll update when I can. Meanwhile, I hope all is well, wherever you are in Cyberspace or Meatspace.

-Dave